Emily Dickinson - Heart Quotes

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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

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They might not need me — yet they might;
I'll let my heart be just in sight.
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.

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Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

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The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.

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Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.

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I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

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September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets - Crows - and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming - An Innuendo sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher.

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The Life we have is very great.
The Life that we shall see
Surpasses it, we know, because
It is Infinity,
But when all Space has been beheld
And all Dominion shown
The smallest Human Heart's extent
Reduces it to none.

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They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

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It is cold tonight, but the thought of you so warm, that I sit by it as a fireside, and am never cold any more. I love to write to you — it gives my heart a holiday and sets the bells to ringing.

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We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—

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Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend — Than thine old Arrow is a Shot Delivered straighter to the Heart The leaving Love behind.

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It tossed and tossed,—
A little brig I knew,—
O'ertook by blast,
It spun and spun,
And groped delirious, for morn. It slipped and slipped,
As one that drunken stepped;
Its white foot tripped,
Then dropped from sight. Ah, brig, good-night
To crew and you;
The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue,
To break for you.

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An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

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Hope is a strange invention—
A patent of the heart—
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out.

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The Amherst heart is plain and whole and permanent and warm.

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The Heart asks Pleasure — first —
And then — Excuse from Pain—
And then — those little Anodynes
That deaden suffering —
And then — to go to sleep —
And then — if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilege to die —.

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Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
Nor with a Stone —
A Whip so small you could not see it
I've known To lash the Magic Creature
Till it fell,
Yet that Whip's Name
Too noble then to tell. Magnanimous as Bird
By Boy descried —
Singing unto the Stone
Of which it died — Shame need not crouch
In such an Earth as Ours —
Shame — stand erect —
The Universe is yours.

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Love's stricken "why"
Is all that love can speak—
Built of but just a syllable The hugest hearts that break.

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The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself.

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His heart was pure and terrible, and I think no other like it exists.

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Unto a broken heart
No other one may go
Without the high prerogative
Itself hath suffered too.

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The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon Earth—
The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity.

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Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!

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Heart, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging,
I may remember him!

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